A poem I wrote about love

The Guilty

Do you understand why we are going to motor inn? Amy looked at her late client wondering if he thus far heard her. They had been talking for over an hour and it was going nowhere, I need to know what you inadequacy to plead, he looked at her with outer space eyes, looking non at her but right with her. They sat there in silence as Amy waited for an answer. She resolved to take a different approach, Did you do it? he tipped his head and smiled with innocence.

John, try to focus, do you understand what they theorize you did? Amy pushed her haircloth back and looked in his eyes willing him to understand

The police think I killed that boy, Johns eyes were filling with tears. Amy looked away so not to embarrass him, I just valued him to leave us alone.

What was he doing John? Amys hand reached out to touch him, to calm him that he was safe.

He was world mean, he was always being so mean I just wanted... Johns voice trailed false as tears streamed down his face, I just wanted to... tears drowned his words.

Please continue, but Amy could see this was all excessively much for a boy to handle. She called his parents to take him. John left wing the room wiping tears with the sleeve of his shirt.

Lying in bed Amy was unable(p) to let sleep overtake her body.



Usually the parents would be in the room when she met a young client for the first time. on that point was something very strange about that. Slowly suspicions of how a young boy could shoot another to death settled deeply in her mind. Surely no one was capable of that much hate at such a young age, a mistake...

this is a bang-up story. fantastic twist at the end...

great language and everything, except that its stake not steak :P

well done :)

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